For this post, marking the tenth day of this series, Barakat has written a wonderful poem and an introduction to go with it.
Hi. I am Barakat. I am a teenager. I am Nigerian.
Writing about Nigeria and the state of the nation is not something I really like to do. There’s just too much to be said. It’s like a labyrinth, really that’s how I feel.
Then again, I see the smile on that homeless kid’s face, I see the joy in the market woman’s eyes. I see the hope in the unemployed youth’s stride. I see the tenacity in the conductor’s attitude. I see the resilience in the truck pushers arms. I see the determination in the students’ revolution. I see everything under the mask that we all put on. Trust me, if you really look, you’d see.
Poetry is my life and I just thought I’d do a poem for Nigeria. Trust me, it’s really funny how you can’t help but love something you think you hate so much. The poem is titled ‘any other’ enjoy.
I would start this like any other poem
praising what is not there
salute the compatriots
and chronicle labours that have been in vain.
Pretend to forget about all the pain
I would praise her culture and her art
explore the greatness that’s her people , her heart.
This isn’t like any other poem
this is a poem about a country
A country that can’t be called a country
My country,My collage.
A collage so abstract
ugly bursts of colour strewn across a page by an artist who thinks she has created a masterpiece
the artist gets excited for a while , then leaves the abstract collage to fend for itself
The colours try to dominate
They forget that the most beautiful collages are the ones with different colours.
Who ever liked a gray collage?
So they fight, they become savage
forget their innate beauty . The beauty in each colour
beauty that can be replicated.
My country My collage. One unlike any other.
A sudden burst of colour emerged from the collage
A new colour , one never seen before
refreshing to the eyes and a miracle to the soul
A colour like no other
while the bigger colours fought, they didn’t realise they made a new colour
A colour ready to change the game
that colour is you, that colour is me
That colour is us, trying to make a collage different from any other
That colour is that which lies deep in me and you ready to make our collage ,our Nigeria.
not just some country, but one different from any other.
Written by Barakat.
Follow her on twitter: @denikhe
Read her stories published on her blog: denikhe.blogspot.com
I hope you enjoyed that. Let’s focus on bursting out in colors different from any other! Cheers.